With At least Three tours of duty under his belt, Ryan Deterre had been allowed to head home after his military service. Mostly now because he was a superhero. Maybe he didn't wear spandex and parade himself on the streets, but he had a costume alright. And powers. Powers he worked rather hard to maintain. He stared at all the sights around him in Silver City. Why, he could have sworn he was in Los Angeles. Or New York!…Or Both. It was still pretty cool to see the town that would hold his future. He'd bought himself an apartment too. The Feds working hard of course, to make sure he had no roommates. In fact, the building was a living area popular for spies, spec ops people, and other heroes. Some not discovering their place as heroes just yet. Others, very discreet about their work. He'd gotten his bags dropped off at his building. And now he could walk around, breath the air, and enjoy- Oh shit. Something bad was happening. And he had to act. There were sounds of gunfire nearby, and it sure sounded like someone needed help. Looking around, he disappeared in the blink of an eye, having broken the sound barrier right there and then, as he flew into the atmosphere, changing into his costume, and proceeding to come crashing back down, landing Iron Man Style, one fist in the ground and the other in the air, as he rose between a firefight between gangs, policemen stuck in the middle. "Who the hell is this guy? Our backup?!" "Yeah. I work directly for Uncle Sam. You may have heard of it. The Army, The Government…Y'get the idea." "I suppose you had to stop by a phone booth before-" BOOM! Went a car that had suddenly been struck by a grenade, as everyone suddenly stopped to see what happened. "No. And also, No, I didn't take a moment to see a Wizard either. Call Me Saint Champion." "Well, Champ…Got a plan?" "I've got an even better idea: Keep your men down, and pass me one of your tear gas grenade launchers." - Ryan proceeded to load the single shot HK69 grenade launcher with one tear gas round, pocketing another spare grenade as he fired in the empty space between the cops and the first gang to the left, followed by his second grenade to the right side. Immediately, He started flying the policemen and SWAT officers out of danger, and putting the police vehicles formerly in the middle of the makeshift battlefield off to the sides to prevent the gang members from escaping in their cars, the tear gas clearing as both gangs pointed their guns at Ryan, and unloaded. Of course, like an alien from Krypton after soaking up the cosmic rays of the sun, The Bullets mostly bounced off of him. "Maybe you fellas' haven't heard of me?" Chuckled Ryan, as he flew into the first gang, fist forward as he glided into their faces and knocked them out with his fist, and looking towards the men ahead. Now if only he had the vision, the breath…or maybe some magic lightning. That would have been nice too. He began to walk towards them as they came charging to shoot him at closer range, or bludgeon him somehow. This would result in Ryan reaching into his jacket, and producing a flash grenade he gripped tightly in his fist, as he shut his eyes, and blinded everyone in the surrounding area, then using his sheer speed to pummel them all with some mean left and right hooks, as teeth flew all over the place. - News groups of various companies began to storm into the area to try and catch Saint Champion. Deciding he needed to get his name out to the public, he fixed his hair quickly, and put on a fine, toothy smile. "Is it true you served in a recent campaign against an unknown terrorist group and advanced weapons' manufacturer?!" "Are you really a Saint? We just got your name from SRN (Silver Rush News Network) and it sounds strange to say the least." "Do you have plans to make a comic book about yourself? Will it have some form of origin story? How about your identity? Secret, or open?" "Eh…I suddenly feel swamped…I'll answer your question by…" "Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe…" He mentally said to himself, as he looked around at the people before him.